She turned her face, stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
"I was thinking about Aunt Madge!—I wonder if she knows that—that everything's all right."
"Is it—all right?" he asked, jealously.
She looked away from him to the wonderful sunset.
"Don't you know that it is?" she asked.
There was a little silence, and her thoughts went wistfully to Feathers.
He had always said she would be happy some day—she was happy now.
But it seemed impossible that he was really dead—she could never think of him as dead but always as she had known him, so full of 312 health and vigor, and cheeriness, and with the old faithful look in his eyes. She gave a quick sigh and Chris said anxiously:
"Have you got everything you want in the world, Marie Celeste?"
She laughed and blushed, rubbing her cheek against his coat.